does it again, he'll chain him up in jail. I knew he'd find me out. A
Judge can't be fooled by no pipe-clay. He can see right through you,
and he reads your insides.

The judging-ring, which is where the Judge holds out, was so like a
fighting-pit, that when I came in it, and find six other dogs there,
I springs into position, so that when they lets us go I can defend
myself, But the Master smoothes down my hair and whispers, "Hold
'ard, Kid, hold 'ard. This ain't a fight," says he. "Look your
prettiest," he whispers. "Please, Kid, look your prettiest," and he
pulls my leash so tight that I can't touch my pats to the sawdust,
and my nose goes up in the air. There was millions of people a-
watching us from the railings, and three of our kennel-men, too,
making fun of Nolan and me, and Miss Dorothy with her chin just
reaching to the rail, and her eyes so big that I thought she was a-
going to cry. It was awful to think that when the Judge stood up and
exposed me, all those people, and Miss Dorothy, would be there to see
me driven from the show.

The Judge, he was a fierce-looking man with specs on his nose, and a
red beard. When I first come in he didn't see me owing to my being
too quick for him and dodging behind the Master. But when the Master
drags me round and I pulls at the sawdust to keep back, the Judge
looks at us careless-like, and then stops and glares through his
specs, and I knew it was all up with me.

"Are there any more?" asks the Judge, to the gentleman at the gate,
but never taking his specs from me.

The man at the gate looks in his book. "Seven in the novice-class,"